I have to admit it. It's been the Rolling Stones' month: new single, new album, first British tour for donkeys' years. All the excitement's been theirs, all the_ pages in the papers, all the overnight queues. Except. The only riot this month, the only tomato throwing, policeman squashing, righteous anger came from the Osmonds’ fans. So. Every picture tells a story. . I’ve stopped being amazed by the